Dream 41: Arena

I was in an arena with a crowd of other people. We were in a death match. The last one standing was the winner. Everyone fought hard, and at the end I was a winner. It was a tie with someone else. A big robotic bull came and rammed me through the stomach from behind with one horn and the other person with the other horn. It didn't hurt us though because we healed instantly. We were transported back to the main house. It was night, and were put on patrol to protect people inside. Were were in the shadows, but someone spotted us. They threw a beam of light, like a laser, at the other person I was teamed up with. The beam had cut his head off on contact. That was when I realized I could do the same. I could use beams with my hands like they could. I formed just little balls of light at first, which when they hit the ground, exploded in front of them throwing them back a few feet. I realized if I spread my fingers apart it forms the long thin beam that killed my partner. I threw the beam at them. It killed them. There was a tattoo on my wrist glowing red after the beams killed them. It was an arcane circle with runic symbols all around and through it. This magic was a part of me. I was born with it. Now I'm using it to protect everyone.

Dream 40: Feeding

I was laying in bed, fully asleep. That's when I felt it. I felt pain in the side of my neck. I could feel something scrape against the surface and then pierce the skin. His teeth digging in hard. I could hear the wet sound he made, and I knew what he was doing. I heard his voice. He enjoyed this so much. When I finally was fully awake, the pain started to intensify. I started fighting, but he told me fighting would only make it hurt more. I stopped fighting. I saw his face when he stopped, and he grinned. Blood was on his lips. I was weak and unable to move. I looked into his eyes and was lost. In a trance. That was when I jerked awake. It was around 5:30 am. My neck actually had hurt just as bad as it did in my dream when I woke up. It still hurts now, and it's noon. It was one of those dreams where you aren't sure if you were awake or sleeping. I actually had to get up and look in the mirror to see if there were any marks on my neck. There was nothing. But the pain was still there. Was I dreaming?

Dream 39: Tigress

I was in an unfamiliar house. I had a son and my grandmother lived with us. I was sleeping, and she woke me up, scared. I asked what was wrong, and it was because of my son. He was laughing devilishly. He smiled grimly with wide eyes. He said, "They're here!" His face changed. Distorted. His eyes were dark except the round circle of silver glowing in the middle. His teeth, where there was once baby teeth with one tooth missing because he just lost it used to be, were now sharp, jagged and razor sharp. All of them were. He crouched down to attack me. I crouched down and then it took over me. I growled at him and roared. I sounded like a tiger. I realized I had turned into a white tiger. I stalked him and leaped for the attack, to rip out his throat and kill him, for that evil thing inside, I knew would never leave. In mid-pounce, I woke up.

Dream 38: Wave Of Death

There was a huge formal party at a mansion. Kids were playing with toys inside while the grown-ups were outside drinking and having conversation. I was inside preparing food and everything. I heard screams, and the sky grew dark outside. Then I looked out the window, and all I saw were gray, dead, lifeless formally dressed bodies crashing with the waves against the house. Everyone was dead. The kids hid downstairs thinking they'd be safe under the basement steps. I saw those people, and I had a feeling that I could care less that they were dead. I despised them. I was happy they were gone. The water outside was 100 feet or so over the house. It was spinning and swirling around the house. The house was untouched, but everything else outside, including people, cars, and trees were flooded and demolished.

Dream 37: Damon & Stefan

I was in my great-grandmother's house in Reading, Pa. I lived there. Her old bedroom is mine now. tefan was in my room at the desk reading. I came downstairs, and it was dark. I was just going to get a drink. I went to turn on the light when Damon came around the corner and scared me. I screamed and woke up.

(I must watch too much Vampire Diaries for this dream to happen lol.)

Dream 36: Blood On The Walls

I was scraping paint off of the hallway wall to strip it and repaint. As I scraped it off I saw symbols smeared on the wall in blood. You could tell someone used their finger to smear it. It looked like finger paints. You could also tell it was real blood because it was a rusty brown from drying and being there for so long. I noticed that the symbols were satanic symbols. I kept scraping at the walls and more was appearing. I was scared and didn't want to admit that they were there. My bathroom door was shut and so was my grandmother's closet door. Red light as dark as blood creeped out of the edges of the doors. The doors opened slightly on their own. They were slamming shut and opening up, over and over, faster and faster. My grandmother paid no attention to it and she was in her bedroom watching TV and doing word searches. Then her bedroom door shut tight. I tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. Once I finally got it open, everyone was gone. I had heard her scream and the door opened. Now she was gone. The symbol on the wall were gone. Like nothing happened.

Dream 35: Temptation

I was in a beautiful meadow. My hair was down and shining like it had streaks of gold. The sun was bright; not cloud in the sky. I was wearing a long white gown. There's trees surrounding the meadowed area. It's in a circular area. In the middle of the meadow, there was an old pavilion looking building. It was all dried wood. It almost looked like it would crumble just from touching it. Just then a crow flew down, swooping over onto a ledge in the pavilion. I followed it, and saw it perched, watching me. I turned my back and the the crow disappeared. I heard someone behind me. I turned and saw a man. He wa wearing tight black pants, no shirt, a necklace, and he was barefooted. He was about 5'10" or 5'11" with short black hair and dark eyes (looking black from where I stood). He grinned at me. I noticed then that I was staring at him the way he was staring at me. It was the way you eye someone up, checking them out, taking them all in. I blushed, completely embarrassed. He walked towards me slowly. I lost my balance and stumbled backwards a few steps. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He started talking to me, but I couldn't understand him. His lips were moving, but there was no sound. All I could hear was everything else around. He pulled me towards him, jerking me, pulling me tightly against his body. I lost my breath. I could feel my blood burn like fire. My thoughts were jumbled. I just looked into hi black eyes and was lost. Then out of nowhere, I felt his lips pressed against mine, and then move to my neck. That's when I felt something sharp against my skin. At that moment I couldn't think. Thoughts were swimming in and out. I felt like I was going to faint. My heart and blood was still pounding hard and burning like fire under the surface. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I just gave in. I thought it would be the best to do than to fight it. Was I right to give in to temptation?